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But in fact, he came to save the sixth princess Bai Shiyu.

Wang Xiaojian wanted to know what happened at the Yuling Gate where the Sixth Princess Bai Shiyu was.

The location of Wang Xiaojian's group is more than 200 miles away from the Wild Spirit Mountain Range.

Going to investigate the military situation, Wang Xiaojian didn't bring Luluo and Hongluan with him.

He called Zhang Fei, commander-in-chief Wang Jincheng, and more than a hundred cavalrymen, and quickly headed in the direction of the Wild Spirit Mountain Range along the official road.

On the official road, Wang Xiaojian galloped his horse, and the dust was flying.

Along the way, I met many people from Huailing Prefecture.

When these people from Huailing Prefecture saw the cavalry team wearing the military uniform of the Morro Kingdom, they all avoided it.

Wang Xiaojian didn't stop.

He rode on a fine horse, led Zhang Fei, commander Wang Jincheng, and more than a hundred cavalrymen, and continued on their way.

After running for nearly a hundred miles, Wang Xiaojian met a group of Moro soldiers.

This group of soldiers from the Moro Kingdom, about [-] people, was running around in embarrassment on the official road.

Many of them were wounded, bleeding, with expressions of shock on their faces.

Seeing the cavalry unit led by Wang Xiaojian, their bodies shook suddenly, and then shouted in Wang Xiaojian's direction.

"General, help. Help!"

While shouting, they quickly ran towards Wang Xiaojian's cavalry unit.

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Wang Xiaojian took the reins of the horse, and stopped the horse in front of the Moro national army.

With a handsome face and sharp eyes, he turned towards the soldiers and shouted: "I am a subordinate of General Chariot and Cavalry, the fourth-rank general Bian Daque. Which army do you belong to, and what happened ahead?!"

Chapter 964 Reaching the Imperial Spirit Gate

A high-ranking military general was a middle-aged man, and judging from the armor he was wearing, he was a commander in chief.

The wound on his cheek had already scabbed over, but due to the lack of time to clean it, his entire face was covered in blood.

He has a low position, and he doesn't know that the chariot general is dead.

At this moment, hearing that Wang Xiaojian is a fourth-rank general under the command of General Chariot and Cavalry, he seemed to have found a savior, and immediately knelt down in front of Wang Xiaojian's horse, crying bitterly towards Wang Xiaojian.

"General Qi, my subordinate is Yu Hong, the commander-in-chief of the general. This morning, the general led us, a total of 30 troops, to attack Yulingmen."

"But who knows, three Martial Emperors flew out of Yulingmen. They teamed up to severely injure the general and killed a large number of Martial Kings of our army."

"Then, they led the Yulingmen to kill us. Our army has 30 troops. But in front of the three Martial Emperors... we were defeated."

"..."

He said aloud, and wept bitterly as he spoke.

The Morro soldiers behind him, in the process of fleeing, had a backlog of fear.

At this time, seeing Wang Xiaojian, the emotion of fear was released, and he burst into tears immediately.

"Three Martial Emperors?!"

Wang Xiaojian frowned slightly.

Before that, he still felt that it was very strange for an army with the cultivation of Emperor Wu to lose a battle.

At this moment, I understand.

General Yu Zhanlong is very powerful, but it is not surprising to meet three Martial Emperors.

And the Martial Emperor strongman can turn his true energy into wings and fly in the sky.

In the sky, they fought against the 30 troops and performed their martial arts, and the latter could only passively suffer death.

On the official road, there were some Huailingzhou people passing by.

They obviously heard about the defeat of the Moro National Army. They were afraid of being implicated, so they all avoided. No one dared to approach the Moro National Army.

Wang Xiaojian was riding on the horse.

He didn't bother with the civilians of the Moluo Kingdom, and asked this commander named Yu Hong again.

"Where is the general? He is there. You said that the army was defeated, how many people died, and where are the others?"

Hearing Wang Xiaojian talk about the great general, Commander Yu Hong seemed to have thought of something terrible.

There was a panic expression on his face, and he said: "General Qi, the general was seriously injured by three Martial Emperors, fell from the sky, and his life and death are unknown."

"In this battle, about [-] people in our army died at the foot of the Wild Spirit Mountain..."

"The other brothers...are fleeing everywhere, and the subordinates don't know where they went..."

The commander-in-chief was still in shock, but his mental quality was still good.

He told the news that Wang Xiaojian wanted.

Wang Xiaojian nodded when he heard the words, and had a certain understanding of the battle at the foot of Huangling Mountain.

The sudden appearance of the three Martial Emperors surprised Wang Xiaojian.

Just as he was about to ask the commander-in-chief about the origins of the three Martial Emperors, there was another urgent voice not far away.

Wang Xiaojian looked up and saw a group of soldiers from the Morro Kingdom in ragged clothes.

There are a large number of them, hundreds of them in total, and everyone has lost their lottery, which is very embarrassing.

When they saw Wang Xiaojian riding a tall horse, the hundreds of Moluo soldiers rushed towards this side like a swarm.

While running, they shouted for help, completely without the fierceness of the Moro National Army.

Wang Xiaojian recruited these hundreds of deserters.

He also asked a man who looked like a commander in chief about the military situation.

Then, he got the same news as the commander-in-chief Yu Hong said.

However, when Wang Xiaojian asked about the identities of the three Martial Emperors, the Commander-in-Chief couldn't tell clearly about their origins.